The mortar is crumbling to dust
And this home I\'ve lived in for so long is falling apart
Each room I\'ve stepped in holds so many memories, happy and sad
Each creak of the floorboards
A symphony of life in motion
But the stairs are ready to topple now
So many times they\'ve been trodden on
More recently so, with the weight of my burdens
That to trudge up them once more would bring the whole place crashing down
The view of the garden, once fertile and green
Is nothing but weeds choking what were once vibrant seeds
There is no life left here now
Just shadows and dust
Ghosts and what may have been
As I close the door one last time
I breathe deeply and step forward
So goes it with my heart